My Early Retirement Received a Frisky Kickstart
I have to say it took me quite a while to identify the correct student and by the time I did we were all in a very sticky state
It was about six months since I’d taken early retirement from my job as lecturer at the university, and I missed the hustle and bustle of work life, not to mention the students themselves — so vibrant. In some way they had kept me young too. I often looked back on that last day and wondered which student had fucked me so passionately in the darkness of my office.¹
My husband and I planned to travel now we were both retired, but he insisted on decorating the living room, so we could rent out the house while we were away, and I felt a bit of a spare part.
When I received an invitation to the University New Year masquerade ball, I began planning my outfit. Everyone had to go in complete disguise. I settled on an Honor Blackman costume from the time she was in the Avengers, and dressed as a pirate with hat, mask and boots, which set my long legs off a treat.
My husband isn’t keen on fancy dress, so declined to escort me. I was a little disappointed but thought even if I didn’t recognise people at the party, I knew they were all friends.
I’d been mingling for a short while when a couple of my old students from the previous year began filling my glass and chatting. Briefly I wondered if one of them was him. The young man who had taken me for his on the day I left my job. But to be honest, they were disguised so well in their costumes that I couldn’t even place who they were in general.
As they plied me with one glass of prosecco after another, I soon forgot all about trying to work out their identity.
Compliantly, I followed them when they led me to a… quieter part of the party so we could hear each other speak.
The moment we entered a side study room, their hands were on me. Peeling back my shirt and pulling down the cups on my bra before each claimed a breast to suckle. Simultaneously, they pulled down my breeches and sank their fingers into my holes.
I stood back against the wall, quietly moaning.
Confidently, one of the young men pushed me down over a nearby desk and stood behind, his hands prising open my buttocks while rubbing his knob along my slit.
“We are going to alternate while you try to guess which one of us ‘had you’ after that last seminar.”
Taking turns, they slammed against my ass, and I have to say it took me quite a while to identify the correct student. Indeed, by the time I did, we were all in a very sticky state.
As I cleaned up in the staff bathroom, I wondered what I had done to deserve such a fabulous start to 2024 and hoped my future retirement held similar frisky, fun times.
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